"John's wife's. You don't know what it means."
"I can see. You let that woman prey on you. She sucks your life. You're white; you're thin; you're ill, too."
She shook her head. "Only tired, George."
"Why do you do it? Why do you do it, Jinny?" he pleaded.
"Ah—I must."
He rose and walked up and down the room; and each time as he turned to face her he burst out into speech.
"What's Brodrick doing?"
She did not answer. He noticed that she never answered him when he spoke of Brodrick now. He paid no heed to the warning of her face.
"Why does he let his beastly relations worry you? You didn't undertake to marry the whole lot of them."
He turned from her with that, and she looked after him. The set of his shoulders was square with his defiance and his fury.